I think when people have forgotten that each other exists it is as though they had never met. They are perhaps something more distant still than strangers, for to strangers friendship in the future is possible; but those who have been separated by oblivion on the one hand and by contempt on the other are parted as surely and eternally as though death had divided them.
—Ouida.
If words came as ready as ideas, and ideas as feelings, I could say ten hundred kind things. You know not my supreme happiness at having one on earth whom I can call friend.
—Lamb.
If it were expediency that cemented friendships, expediency when changed would dissolve them, but because one’s nature can never change, therefore true friendships are eternal.
—Cicero.